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Psalm 127

Prosperity Comes from the Lord.

A Song of [a]Ascents. Of Solomon.

1Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.

It is vain for you to rise early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of anxious labors—
For He gives [blessings] to His beloved even in his sleep.

Behold, children are a heritage and gift from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.

How blessed [happy and fortunate] is the man whose quiver is filled with them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with their enemies [in gatherings] at the [city] gate.

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 127:1 See Psalm 120 title note.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 127

Onyankopɔn ayamye ho nkamfo

1Sɛ Awurade ansi dan no a, adansifo no adwuma a wɔyɛ wɔ ho no yɛ ɔkwa; sɛ Awurade ammɔ kurow no ho ban a, awɛmfo no wɛn kwa. Sɛ w’asetena nti, woyeyere wo ho yɛ adwuma a, wosɔre anɔpa na wɔkɔda anadwo kɔnkɔn a, ɛyɛ ɔkwa. Efisɛ, wɔn a wɔdɔ Awurade no, sɛ wɔadeda koraa a, ɔma wɔn nea ɛho hia wɔn.

Mma yɛ Awurade akyɛde; wɔyɛ nhyira. Mma a onipa wɔ wɔ ne mmabun bere mu no te sɛ agyan a ɛhyɛ ɔsraani nsam. Nhyira nka obi a ɔwɔ saa agyan no bebree. Sɛ odu atemmubea hɔ na ohyia n’atamfo a, obi rentumi nni ne so da.